Prozac

Listen Up Birds, Bees Sting

This rhyme is meant for educational purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or wishfully dead, is non coincidental.

I'll love you till eternity,

And baby, it's not you, it's me.

I hooked up with my ex last night,

Surely that's no reason for us to fight.

Also I just realized I have a job,

Oh plus AIDS, syphillis, and a third nob.

So hon, you deserve better than me,

I just don't think I can keep you happy.

I need some time, we rushed too fast,

Let's not get caught up with the past.

I'll love you forever, till the end,

But post-sex, lovah, will you be my friend?

Over and Out

How do you get over someone? It's a question I've been asking a lot lately, and I've figured the answer out: you don't.

You try to get over the idea of being with them. You try to let go of the them you see all around you. You try to get over yourself.

Does it work? I don't know. I think moving on may be a farce. I think the least love deserves, if it was ever real, is for a little bit of you to never really move on. Horcruxes and heartbreaks are really quite similar. Falling in love's a cruel business where bits of your soul are irreversibly taken, almost against your will.

Ah well. Live and learn. Amen.